I had wanted to bake a cake, a hard one
a challenge, meant to be both therapy and fun.
A ‘difficult’ rated birthday cake, chocolate of course
To mark my birthday this year, my forty-forth.
Good intentions, I thought, to bake a grand layered cake
for my hard fought birthday, take to work, and celebrate
This year has brought many ups, down, trials and changes
and therapy I find often comes in phases.
From measuring, leveling, mix and stir
until all the ingredients begin to blur
A certain sense of unity
can be found by following the recipe
Next into the oven, then the washing up
bowls, spoons, soapy water and the cups
Except something went unexpectedly wrong
overflowing, the pans set off the smoke alarm’s song
I know it’s part of what I had asked for—the challenge
so gamely the cake base I did try to salvage
So tonight the failed effort goes into the trash bin
And tomorrow I shall attempt to bake a cake again
Perhaps this foiled start is a symbol, a sign
Of the journey this year I have taken, the hills I have had to climb